The desk where I sit has just a lamp now; under which at night I used to scribble. The waste basket next to my desk still has – a whole lot of crumbled sheets on which I had scribbled. The window next to the desk – from where I could see people walking in the fields. That is broken. And now you can see people … Continue reading The Fields – #36 of 365 Poems
I have stepped on countless stones, I cannot tell the shapes of any. But if you point a gun at my head and ask; I can get creative, I will start with one that is round, or may be elliptical, then I will start shaping them one by one. Some would be long with sharp edges. Some will be colored. I will slowly make the … Continue reading Stones – #35 of 365 Poems
To decide what you want in life; ask a teenager that question. Then go in front of the mirror and ask that question to yourself. Will the mirror break ? or will you look like a moron? When do you know what you want to do in life? with your life? the answer is never or the answer is ‘it always keeps changing’ When you … Continue reading Go Get it – #34 of 365 Poems
The song sings to the dance in a whisper. And you wonder why it happens. And then you hear the wind, whistling past the trees. Did it hear the song? Or is it part of the chorus; or may be it is getting ready for the dance. The trees in the forest might know but light does not reach there. Wait…. I know when you … Continue reading Sing and Dance – #33 of 365 Poems
I will give way to a thought, if it talks to me in a tone that I have forgotten but wish it was still with me. I will let the wind sweep me, from my rock solid foundations, If it can promise that it will never leave any footprints, following which I can return home. And I will let them all say I am lost … Continue reading You – #32 of 365 Poems
You do not wake up from a dream like someone climbs up from a well they fell into in a past life. You do not cross the street like you are walking from the living room into your bedroom. And you don’t drive over a dead body because you have the right of way You gotta wait till things clear And then start walking. Continue reading Walking – #31 of 365 Poems
This is a question I have heard a few times in my career. This question is also from people from various walks of the system. I have had these questions come from developers. Project Managers and Business Analysts and QA Engineers. So I often try helping with a counter question “Why do you need a Certification?” This question often takes me through some interesting learning experience. Here are a … Continue reading What Scrum Certification should I take?
I went to a slaughter house the first time in my life to buy some meat. This was 10 days ago. A few days before the nation wide Beef Ban in India. I live in the US and not in India, but that’s not the point. This note is on some of my thoughts during that visit. So I decided to go to the Slaughter … Continue reading My visit to a Slaughter House prior to the Beef Ban
I watched Bahubali yesterday and my hypothesis has achieved 100% significance. I think the inventor of the Revolving Door is Kattappa, just like many other inventions from Ancient India. Though H. Bockhacker of Berlin was granted German patent DE18349 on December 22, 1881 for “Tür ohne Luftzug” or “Door without draft of air”, which used a rotating cylinder with a door which after entering, the … Continue reading The inventor of the revolving door is Kattappa
I know it takes more than a moon, to spy on every human being. That is why we have stars. The sun is just a big piece of light, that cannot see much far. It blinds those who look at it. Then they invented cameras and screens. And stopped looking at the moon and stars We never look at the sun for long. Cameras Capture … Continue reading Spying – #30 of 365 Poems
